User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-3135907-20150213202022/@comment-2246928-20150217172847

OOC: Well beggin' yore pard'n, sir, but a story for an insane Flitchaye Chieftain is 'ard t' prepare, so there! ''The hedgehog scowls indignantly, crossing his arms. ''

BIC: Not far from the goings on of Mulker Tweng, Riizaaro, head tracker of the Juskazuun, called a halt amongst the foliage, his team carrying out his orders without daring to even pause. The tattooed fox's slitted eyes drifted slowly from one side of the forest to the other, a soft hum reverberating from the strange tracker's throat. Riizaro was thinking. He stroked the smooth handle of the sword sitting intently in his fur-trimmed leather belt with a paw, before gesturing for one of his tracker followers to warily approach. They were all still well hidden amongst the undergrowth of Mossflower Wood, so whatever had taken Zkau and whomever else had fallen prey to these mysterious creatures did not worry them over much yet. "You werrre rrraised arrrround herrre, corrrrect? Do you rrrrecognize anything?"